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let myself be used. I let a man lie to me

and tell me that my child was dead.

They stole Willow from me. Cohen,

that doctor, Sinclair. They raised my

child while I continued to be his mistress,

fulfilling the needs Sinclair never could.

He was angry when I moved next door.

I'd been at the receiving end of his fury

for months before I brought up the

courage to befriend his wife. And then he

realized how easy I'd made it for him.